T is for truth – the so called truth promulgated by the “traditional” journalist (almost always told with a biased slant) in contrast with the artist’s goal of expressing multiple truths– aiming to get across diverse information and potential conclusions that are often so complex that they defy verbalization.
Despite our knowledge of the bias that is almost implicit to all journalistic pieces, we, as relatively intellectual and educated people, still have the need to inform ourselves using these sources.
The following sonnet by Shakespeare perhaps sums up our “love affair” with conventional journalism
Sonnet 138: “When my love swears that she is made of truth”
When my love swears that she is made of truth
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutored youth,
Unlearnèd in the world’s false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue;
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed.
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O, love’s best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love, loves not to have years told.
Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flattered be.